VIOLET
“I’m coming with you.”
I froze at Luciano’s words. Not out of fear or anger this time but an unexplainable emotion suddenly overwhelming me.
“Come in,” he said softly as he pulled away from the hug, taking my hands in his and immediately leading the way back to my room.
I didn’t object. I couldn’t object. I simply allowed him tighten his grip around my hand and walk all the way to my room.
On getting there, he pulled the door open softly, his steps slowing down as we walked towards my bed. Gently and delicately, he moved his arms to put it around me and helped me get into the bed, pulling the duvet over my body to cover me.
“It’s okay,” he whispered in a voice audible enough for me to hear as he took a seat on the couch next to me. “You don’t have to be scared. I’ll be here.”
